A Summer we won't forget/ A Taylor Caniff and Jack Gilinsky story.

Chp 40: Gone.

Rianne's pov:

When I heard the window creak open, I froze. I felt like Iwas going to throw up. I couldn'nt even breath. I thought that we had locked each and every window there was. I sat up a little trying to make as little noise as possible. I felt a blanket of relief come over me when I saw that it was just Cameron.

Thank you god.

Cameron had just needed some fresh air so he had opened up the window and just stood there with the breeze blowing his hair back. I layed back down appriciating that it was just Cameron.Okay, I needed to fall asleep. If I didn't sleep soon, I would be extremely stressed. I had finally felt my eye lids getting heavy so I managed to fall asleep. Cameron had closed the window and went back upstairs.

That was until twenty minutes later. I was in a deep sleep with no dreams whatsoever. I suddenly woke up and shot out of bed. I didn't hear anything, but the thought came to me. Did Cameron lock the window? I knew he closed it, but still. I was a bit queezy to go and check, but I knew I should. I grabbed my phone and put it in my jacket pocket. I decided not to turn the light on and tiptoed to the window. Every creaking sound seemed to sound like a booming sound. I finally managed to get to the window. It was closed...but unlocked.

I turned the nob in order to lock the window. I felt safe. Nobody could get in, but then it all changed again. I felt the airbeing sucked out of my lungs. Someone had already gotten in. Two strong hands were thrown on to my shoulders. I didn't move, but the man turned me around so that I could see who he was. Grant Markus. His deep eyes pierced my soul and he whispered in to my ear "Miss me?". He threw me against a wall. I didn't even scream.

Even if I wanted to scream, I couldn't. Nothing came out. I crouched down to my knees feeling helples. Taylorwas right. I was helpless. Grant took out a gun and pointed it towards me.

"Scream and I will shoot. Stay calm and everything will be okay." He said, but not loud enough for Taylor or anyone to hear.

Grant bent down and yanked on my shirt collar pulling me to my feet. My legsf elt like jello. I felt like a dog as Grant pulled us out the back window. It was either following him or being shot. His cold gun pressed against my temple the whole time begging me to scream. And yes, before you ask...Grant threw my phone and stomped on it breaking it to little pieces. I was thrown in to the trunk of his van. He slammed the door and I felt the car drive off.

I cried silently in theback. It was pitch dark andsmelled all musty and gross. I couldn't even begin to think of the possiblilities of what would happen. Would he rape me, simply kidnap me and keep me there forever or even worse...kill me? Or kill Taylor and everyone I loved? I held back my screams. I was going to get out of this.

I had felt the car pull to a stop after our two hour drive to...well actually I had no idea where we were. Grant opened up the trunk and pulled me out grabbing my wrist. We were in a dark forest with a small cabin. It was dark and eerie. It was the type of place that nobody ever went. Thetall trees hovered over me making me shiver. Grant dragged me to the cabin. In the cabin, there was a small room where I was thrown in to. It was about 10 feet long on each side. So small. Grant walked in and sat next to me in this prison cell. His gun was still in his hand.

"Nobody can find you. You are mine and you cannot change that as hard as you try. If you do try, I promise to hurt everyone of your friends, family and especially Taylor, understand?"

I nodded and Grant threw down a cold plastic mat on the floor and a sheet. I had a small torn pillow too. I heard him lock the door and shove the key in his pocket. He layed down next to me facing me. I cringed and turned so I faced away from him. He pulled me towards him so I had to face him. His hair was dark and shaggy covering his eyes.

"You realize if you would've just had fun at the party, none of this would've happened." Grant hissed.

"Yes,"

"Good, because that's going to change. We're going to change all of this."

I closed my eyes and silently prayed. I wondered if Taylor knew.

Taylor's pov:

I woke up thenext morning. I couldn't wait to comfort Rianne some more. She needed me. I walked downstairs...okay, I ran. I didn't see Rianne on the couch. My heart dropped. Okay, calm down. Maybe she was somewhere else in the house. I rushed around checking every room there was. I felt myself wanting to faint.

"Rianne...Rianne?...RIANNE!" I screaed. Nothing. I heard nothing. I screamed and threw myself against the wall sinking to my knees. This wasn't happening. I burried my hands in my face. She could be dead right now! I had no idea at all where she was. I prayed to God that she was okay. Everyone came downstairs and saw me crying. They could tell why I was crying. Everyone was silent in shock. They were upset, but they still couldn't believe this was happening.

Sadie cradled in her mothers arms. They both sat there crying. Bali threw her fists in to the wall and Cameron pulled her back before her knuckles got bloody with anger. As for Jack and Nash, they were just standing there with their mouthes wide open. Marie and Kay hugged and let out loud screams. Life right now was a terrible thing. It wasn't life. It was like going to Hell and Satan cursed all of us. When would Heaven's gate open?

"She's gone." I said. All of us sat together and prayed.

God, We have trust in you. We may be in pain right now, but you can solve that. Help us Jesus and bring our angel back. Amen.

I just stayed there crying forever. Please don't be dead.

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